"it's very rude not to make eye contact, you know."
harry gives no inclination that he's even heard the brunet speak.
"i figured you'd be this difficult. you really haven't learned anything in here, have you?"
the curly headed figure remains silent.
"are you still angry with me?"
"you are, aren't you? it was three years ago, darling. you really should've moved on by now, it's not good for people to hold grudges."
the long hair shifts from its position as harry slowly raises his head and green meets blue. the man's eyes are harder than the younger boy remembers. iris's that used to be so carrying and gentle are now hard and cold and there's no trace of anything remotely close to remorse.
"i have the right to hold grudges. especially when they're against you, louis."
